Soccer Player Haircuts Novels & Stories

Dad wore a huge smile. ...Niklaus even joked that he was going to cut his hair, but I quickly shot him a glance, and he knew I was dead serious! I adored his long hair and couldn't bear the thought of him chopping it off! David, on the other hand, had opted for a fresh new look, keeping his dirty blonde hair long on one side, adding layers and a sleek side shave on the other side. He looked sexy and hot, and I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with excitement as he showed off his new style. I loved it! I blushed staring at him and he knew what I was thinking.

His haircut suits him well; both sides are shaved, leaving the center a little bit longer and spiky. "Angel," his voice is soft in my ears. "Mad?"

He did not look that bad. "What?" He hadn't touched his food. Neither gave her anything to eat. "What?" "You shaved your head." She was recovering from the sight of him. Who knew he'd have a widows peak that narrowed his chin even more, and a mole. The buzz cut changed all she knew about him. The angelic beach-boy to this…. "I did. You need to change your hair too. Look different. Anything to throw them off." Them? Her team? Didn't he say they thought she was taking "time-off."

“I know a guy.” “Are you sure about this?” the stylist, a guy named Marco with purple hair and super sharp eyeliner, asked for the third time. “Once I cut it, it’s gone.” I looked at myself in the mirror. At my long, boring hair that I’d been hiding behind for years. “I’m sure,” I said. Marc smiled. “Okay. Let’s do this.” I watched in the mirror as he gathered a section of my hair and sliced through it with scissors that looked like they cost more than my rent. The long strands fell to the floor, and I felt my stomach fall along with it.

Then again, she was sure she looked funny in her baseball jersey with Chicago Bullets printed in big letters across the front, and the number 16 and Cade’s name across the back. “How did you know it was me?” he asked. Her attention shifted to his hair. “Not many men have long hair.” His forehead creased. “What is that supposed to mean?” She laughed at his boyish remark. “It means that you need a haircut as badly as do I.” His handsome face brightened. “Does that mean you’re willing to get your hair cut?” “I will if you will.” “What?” His voice was higher than normal, and his appalled expression was comical.

Always the charmer, that one. “I’ve got a paper to do tonight, I won’t be at practice. Want to order some pizzas or something for dinner?” Ron asked as he sat back in his chair and looked at me. I looked back at my mirror image, different only in hairstyle. Archie’s black hair was a mop of long hair on top, boyish and flirty like some of the soccer athletes from Europe wore theirs. Ron’s was cut in a sensible style, short back and sides, a little longer on top. Mine was a little long all over, mostly because I didn’t care about bi-weekly haircuts and styling gel. I just wanted it to grow long enough that I could tie it back and be done with it.

“I’ve been standing outside a house full of women getting ready.” He spread both arms. “They’ve got curling irons, hairspray, makeup brushes…” He lowered his voice dramatically. “…I saw someone carrying false eyelashes.” Anthony wandered over from where the football players had gathered near another SUV. He looked Marco up and down. “You realize hockey players aren’t exactly low maintenance, right?” Marco frowned. “What does that mean?” Anthony snorted. “I’ve watched you spend fifteen minutes arguing over which hair product gives you ‘effortless volume.’”

Even though our eyes had met for hardly a fraction of a second, I had felt my heart hammer against my chest, the wretched organ filled with false hope. Once again, I was struck anew with just how gorgeous he was. Sandy blond hair and blue eyes the same colour as that of the ocean surrounding us; with a face sculpted by an expert Greek sculptor. He was the soccer team Captain, so it was obvious that he worked out, but I often kept wondering how a seventeen year old could have that kind of a figure when guys twice his age would have to work countless hours at the gym to get half the number of abs he had. And no, I wasn't a stalker who liked to peak in through his bathroom. The entire soccer te

Seth said "But that's my color. You can't do that. I should always be the odd one out since I have perfectly natural deep ginger hair" Collin said to him "Okay then maybe he should dye his hair black with blue streaks" Jasper said running his hand through Liam's hair smiling. "Why do you guys want to change your appearances?" I asked "For fun. There isn't much more to do. Football season will be over the 20th of the month" Nick said shrugging

The laughter and chit-chat of my teammates making their way out caught my attention. "Are you coming with us, Horizon?" Fin asked, I smiled as a response. "Maybe next, I just have some errands." I reasoned out, Jaim looked at me as if she was willing to come with me instead. "It's fine, Jaim. Let's meet at the gymnasium later." A genial smile etched on my face. She slightly nodded her head. While I was watching them from the distance, I noticed a guy wearing a pair of navy-green jersey uniforms. I forgot that he also got his game. He was half running to where I was standing. He ran his fingers through her hair that fall on his forehead. He was holding a white shirt. A smile immediately etche